Janet Napolitano, the head of Homeland Security, revealed that she did not use email, being afraid of putting things on a server that could be used against her in the future, or hacked by foreigners or domestic terrorists like Tea Partiers. I’m with our Janet. Email is dangerous. Once sent, it is there forever, never to be erased, never to be expunged. The Delete key is a sham, a device to reassure the gullible.

I used to love my email

The spam was really swell

It offered me Viagra

And other things as well

Like offers from a stranger

For riches beyond dreams

Just open this attachment

To catch those golden beams

A message on occasion

Came from someone I know

Who’d forward something funny

I’d heard so long ago

Some folks they swear by gmail

For others Yahoo works

For me my outlook’s different

I know that danger lurks

The Feds they were a-reading

My email every day

So like Napolitano

I’ve nothing more to say

In the wake of the attack on the Benghazi consulate in which our ambassador and four others were killed and the entirety of our intelligence in the area destroyed, questions were raised about the lack of security at the consulate. In a moment of candor, President Obama reveals to Joe Biden, who believes the aftermath of the consulate affair was cleverly explained and dismissed by Obama, the real reason for the security lapse at the Benghazi consulate.

“You’ve got the gift,” Joe Biden said

“As some say, sleight of hand

But I see something else at work

I see a great command

Of stagecraft and an actor’s skill

At making folks believe

That what they see is but the truth

While you of course deceive”

“You’ve caught a glimpse,” Obama smiled

“A glimpse, however brief

The trick is not to fool the folks

But strengthen their belief

In me as I the chosen one

Play out my little game

That sees the world against us now

While I get little blame

Now listen Joe, the Arab Spring

Was never what it seemed

I waved my wand and said Shazam

And somebody got creamed

Our friends burned down the consulate

And killed some of our guys

And coming fast and coming strong

Is one great big surprise

That we won’t see until too late

I won’t say who’ll get hit

But let me say unknowingly

That you have done your bit”

“Well I dunno,” Joe Biden squirmed

“If something’s coming down

You’ll pardon me if I leave now

I’m getting’ out of town”

In the Vice-presidential debate with Congressman Ryan Thursday night, Vice-president Biden smirked, laughed, interrupted, lied, obfuscated and otherwise acted pretty much as expected. Also as expected, the president congratulated Joe Biden on his debate performance.

You know I love the way you work

I love the way you smile and smirk

I love the way you condescend

The way you counter and defend

And Joe you know how good I felt

Each time you hit below the belt

In any fight I’d hold your coat

But Joe you didn’t change one vote

Obama is giving out free phones now, to go along with free Chevy Volts and free health care, all in the incessant lefty drive to make beggars of us all in the name of fairness. For once addicted to the free Obama government cheese, there is no voting for anyone but Obama. And the easy part about voting for Obama is all you have to do is phone it in.

I got in my Obama car

A GM make and model

Ignition spark, let out the clutch

Ease out a little throttle

Pull into the station pump

Obama gas a fill up

A gallon at four bucks a shot

How quick it runs the bill up

A trip downtown to local school

Obama’s Union teachers

Were showing movies to the kids

Obama double features

The school lunch stood there on display

Obama Meals they called them

The kids just let them lay and rot

Until to dump they hauled them

A doctor visit was next call

Obama Phone’s sure handy

A perfect way to get your vote

They gave them out like candy

The doctor’s office filled to brim

ObamaCare in force now

Obama takes good care of us

And all is free of course now

And so to home a day’s work done

To get my worn night gown out

Obama Energy full green

Not long until the brown out

We love Barack, who gives us things

All free so who’s complaining

And life is good and will be so

As long as he is reigning

The New York Times questions the Obama Middle Eastern policy and Joe Biden is outraged, only to be reassured by Obama that all is still right with the world.

I do not understand, Joe cried

A pained look on his face

The New York Times of all our pals!

I tell you, quel disgrace!

They’re questioning your policy

Regards each Arab state

And wonder if it comes down to

Too little and too late

Barack Hussein Obama smiled

Said Joe, the game is played

Between the lines where foul is fair

And friends appear to fade

The Times is rightly on our side

The story is a plant

To make it seem they will be fair

And Joe, of course they can’t

Our policy is not too late

Too little or off course

I’ve spent apologetic years

To show we’re the weak horse

And I’ve succeeded by and large

Despised we are, not feared

So if you think the Times has strayed

Then Joe you sure are weird

Obama will soon be just a dark blot on the country’s escutcheon, a small man elevated far beyond his capacity, his very existence quickly forgotten.

The cheering crowds, the laurel wreaths

The gods who know that such as these

Who through good fortune thus became

The hero, whose deserved fame

Propelled him in the public eye

Would in the course of earth time die

And statues, slogans, paintings rot

In corners dark that time forgot

There’s a lot of feyness to Obama, a little doubt as to the testosterone quotient in his DNA. Michelle seems more heavily testosterone laden than he. What is it Obama sees when he looks in a mirror, as he often does?

Is he mister, is he missus

He knows not, our own Narcissus

In the mirror he sees beauty

Saving worlds his clear cut duty

Speaking ill of his own nation

Surely will inflate his station

Seeing thus his own reflection

Smiles in humble genuflection

Knows for certain he is seeing

One superb and shining being

Firm and bold, an alpha mister

Born to ride the screaming twister

Thus he stands before the mirror

Knowing not there’s nothing queerer

Than a man, a true narcissus

Seeing not that he’s a missus

Josef Goebbels was Adolf Hitler’s spinmeister, who said it was foolish to tell small lies when big lies were much more effective. Goebbels’ picture, it seems, is in the wallets of many of our so-called journalists. The lefty news anchors and lefty pundits will try to put some spin on the Obama debate disaster, and will surely come out snarling in an attempt to right the ship. Some couplets to ponder, as strangers we wander, to such places where, lives only despair. Or, as we were constantly reminded in 1942, there was, every day, a close shave on the Burma Road.

Every day the lying spews

From Lefties anchoring the news

Our Left’s composed of selfless nobles

Who self compete to be like Goebbels

The sycophants all love Obama

Incompetence, thus daily drama

The Left has won and none can foil it

They’ve put the country in the toilet

Our children’s lives will be disasters

Should they defy their Lefty masters

If Obie wins a new four years some

Of the future will be fearsome

The pundits now who think they’re clever

Will live, like coprolite, forever

Supposedly adult Obama supporters have taken to writing the sacred name on the backs of their hands. Can you see the possibilities? Four years ago a New Jersey teacher taught her first graders to sing ;”We Love Obama”. But why just one first grade class in one school in one state? Why not ink the back of the hands of each public school child in America? It could go something like this.

A local middle school production, written, staged and directed by dedicated to the children members of the Teachers Union, shows its solidarity to Obama by means of messages written on the backs of the hands of even the smallest of the students. As the curtain rises, the chorus, dressed in glittering white gowns and cardboard halos, sings to Obama, the Savior.

The stage is set, the lights are low

The curtain slowly raises

To fierce applause the chorus sings

The now familiar praises

“Obama! Son of God,” they sing

“Observe our handed letters

That read of love and faith and trust

In you and all our betters

Obamacare is here for us

If ever we should need it

And if we have a thought for you

We’re sure that you will heed it

For well we know you know our minds

You know how we are feeling

And that is why, Obama dear

To you we all are kneeling.”

With that the children kneel and pray

Their hands writ on extended

Revealing praiseful compliments

To One for whom knees bended

But just before the kids went on

A stealthy truth promoter

Changed all the words the teachers wrote

A fearless Romney voter

The audience was pleased and smiled

As O himself demanded

Not noticing the compliments

Were one and all back-handed

The first debate is over, and Mitt Romney scored a knockout over a befuddled and listless Obama. Tonight the magician in the White House pulled a dead rabbit out of his hat. The curtain has been lifted, and the country has beheld a shriveled simulacrum, lost without his teleprompter, unable to speak coherently beyond the memorized sound bites.

The curtain, ruffled by the breeze

Reveals the naked form for all to see

The limpid smile once thought to please

Now only shows a living parody

We watched with awe the curtain rend

Mitt Romney tore the damn thing clean in half

The sleight of hand is at an end

Obama led off crying by his staff

It isn’t over, just round one

The unions, fraud and Acorn will be heard

But as at Austerlitz the sun

Shines brighter as the world now hears the word

That Romney will restore the sense

Of freedom and democracy that would

Have been referred to in past tense

And Barack shred the country if he could

The curtain’s down, illusions gone

The implements of magic now revealed

The lady never had been sawn

As light shines on the flummery concealed